they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
These kind of arrangements were not Bastien's speciality; he never had been one for strategy or preparing for a fight, and honestly the thought of facing the monsters still soured his heart (what if he had to look eye to eye with one pretending to be Rexanna? Would he be able to make a blow?); still, he could see why it was needed, and would not argue however Wessex wanted to arrange it. Their numbers would be small, though."If we were to take the 'older' Ascended, who would that leave us with?" He asked, considering the team they'd have. "The three of us here, Nate if we can convince him to come, Samuel...I guess..., Osozo, who is young but probably capable..is there anyone else?" It felt pitifully small.
He agreed that inevitably, they would not be able to get everyone out. There were stubborn families in the Grounds that had been there for generations, who would not see anything different about this year; he would do his best to convince those he could, but all they could do otherwise was try to keep them as safe as possible. As for contacting Deimos, he tilted his head side to side. "I can try, but I am not sure I would be successful. There are only so many things he can make every so often."
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